After several calls, Wen Xiao'ai finally woke up.
"Hmm~" Wen Xiao'ai was so sleepy that her eyelids wouldn't open, but she could already hear Jun Moyan's voice.
"Xiaoguai? You're awake." Jun Moyan called her.
"Hmm." Wen Xiao'ai's eyes were still closed, but her mouth responded to Jun Moyan first.
Feeling Jun Moyan right in front of her, Wen Xiao'ai reached out to hug Jun Moyan's neck, and Jun Moyan leaned in to let her hug him.
Wen Xiao'ai hugged his neck, her small face buried in Jun Moyan's neck, gently nuzzling, just like she used to do when she refused to get out of bed.
"Jun Moyan..."
"Hmm, I'm here." Jun Moyan replied while casually picking up the thin quilt on the bed and tossing it over the little one watching them from the bedside.
The little one who was watching them with open eyes got suddenly covered tightly by the flying quilt.
The little one was still clueless, not understanding why Dad threw the quilt.
